I swear, if my head weren’t attached to my shoulders, I would have certainly misplaced it this weekend. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I just can’t seem to follow a straight lines these days.
Somehow, I did manage a coherent 45 minutes to bang out these incredible Sour Cream Scones. Easy, soft and buttery. They’re perfect warm from the oven with jam… but what isn’t?
I ate four without blinking an eye on Saturday morning. You could say I love them. And because I share, and because you indulge me, here are a few other things I love, dictated in picture form.
First, scones. Focus, Joy. Focus.
Sour Cream Scones
a la Paula Dean
2 cups all-purpose flour
3 Tablespoons sugar
2 Tablespoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
5 Tablespoons chilled butter, cut into cubes
1 cup sour cream
1 egg yolk
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/4 cup sugar in the raw
Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
In a food processor, pulse flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt together. Add the cubed butter until a coarse meal forms. Pulse in the sour cream and egg yolk until just combined.
Turn the sticky dough out onto a lightly floured surface and knead until the dough comes together into a ball. Gently pat the dough down into a 3/4 inch thick square shape. With a large knife cut the dough square into 4 smaller, equal squares. Then cut each smaller square diagonally, with an X, making 4 smaller triangles. I made 9 larger square scones.
Transfer the 16 triangles onto a parchment paper lined baking sheet. Brush the tops of each scone with heavy cream and sprinkle it with some sugar in the raw. This will create a shiny and crunchy top for the scones. Bake in preheated oven for 12 to 14 minutes until the bottoms of the scones are light brown.
Remove from oven, cool slightly on the sheet pan and then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.
Now… things I love.
I love these reusable shopping bags by Baggu. They come in a handy pouch, so you can throw them in your purse and always have a shopping bag when you need one. Save the world. Use the bag.
I love my stove away from stove in Oakland.
Raise your hand if you love sprinkles.
I love me some Lyle Lovett. Look at that face. Seriously. Melt your heart right out. And he also happens to be one mighty fine musician. Listen and swoon.
Well, thanks for indulging me. Really.